Bride Behind The Mask Novel

Chapter 580

Words failed to capture the turmoil raging within Frederick’s heart.

Jocelyn, on the other hand, was utterly baffled.

Ever since they’d moved into the Winston Estate, their paths crossed more frequently, but Marguerite was always hustling, leaving at dawn and returning well past dusk due to her demanding job.

In all honesty, Jocelyn and Hayes didn’t interact much.

Yet, the words Hayes had for Marguerite were undeniably the highest form of praise.

“Hayes, why would you say that?”

Hayes, hands jammed in his pockets, chin tilted up, appeared to be seriously pondering the question.

“Because… Aunt Marguerite is kind, thoughtful… sincere, and she cares about me…”

He articulated each thought as it came to him. He racked his brain for all of Marguerite’s virtues, wishing he could ascribe every splendid word in the world to her. But to Hayes, even those words seemed too shallow, hardly sufficient to express his true sentiments.

to a vague summation, “It’s

more like family than his own mother ever

listened silently, her eyes welling up with emotion, her heart swelling with a

perspectives are always pure; they gravitate towards those who treat them well. Hayes’ affection for

easy. The warmth that Hayes’ actual mother Yuna had failed to provide, he’d found

this in mind, Jocelyn’s heart ached

gaze, her eyes slightly stinging, and asked, “You heard all that? You’re too stubborn. No matter the past grudges, for the sake of the child, it’s time to let go. And about the poisoning accusation against Marguerite, obviously there’s been a misunderstanding. Aren’t you going to clear

long years, yet his mother was determinedly nudging him

dark eyes were unfocused, shrouded in a thick fog

look into it, to clear her

you investigate?” Jocelyn challenged.

reddened, his demeanor

know about what you’re doing for her? Listen, as someone who’s been through it all, you shouldn’t hide everything from

between Marguerite and her son, never daring to jump to conclusions or give

was because she wasn’t sure which was stronger in her son’s heart towards Marguerite, love or

since moving back to the Winston Estate, their daily interactions had slowly revealed his

course, she had to give him a

linger, but